In a quiet place, there were countless poisonous mushrooms sprayed with purple smoke, leaving hurried footsteps, you know, there were few people passing here, but at this time, a team of eight people passed through.

There was a lightly armed man sitting in the carriage, his fingernails were slightly long, his eyebrows were thin and his face was round, and his whole body was flushed, as if he was enraged by the poisonous gas around him, and said lightly: "Dai'er, speed up, we have to pass through here before dark." The ancestor instructed that this is the boundary of the ghost mountain, and the owner of the ghost mountain, the ghost saint, is an existence that is not easy to mess with, and if it is detected, it will be difficult for us to escape. ”

There was a woman in a plain robe, her face was pale, and she only lightly smeared some rouge powder, but it had an unexpected effect, a little more charming, and hurriedly replied: "Yes." ”

The pair sped up, but the gas forced them to wear masks.

At this time, the sky in the distance gradually dimmed, revealing a yellow halo, dragging a flame tail behind the eight of them.

"Uncle Shi, I think something is wrong on this day. The plain-robed woman said to a black-bearded old man beside her, and looked at the poisonous mushrooms around her, she had never walked that far.

In the Taibei cave, it is just to count the stars in the night sky, and when you are tired, you will lie down and sleep, this sleep is the sun shining on the buttocks, but now you are driven down the mountain by the ancestors, saying, this mountain and sea changes, there are great benefits, if you get it, it is luck, don't blame this monster if you don't get it.

She knew that Shizu was teaching her a lesson in laziness, and wanted her to endure hardships.

"It's really not right, we need to be faster, and when the phantom sun falls, I don't know what demons and monsters will be in the middle of the month. ”

The black-bearded old man glanced at it a few times, and hurriedly urged, this walk was more than half an hour, and the mark left on the ground was gradually pressed down by a layer of drizzle, and disappeared without a trace.

On the road they walked, the figures of three people appeared, it was Li Shuishan, Rotten Bamboo and Gancia Daoren.

Li Shuishan walked at the back, a little tired, but he held up his consciousness and said to the two of them lightly: "Did Ancestor Shanquan tell you anything?"

Rotten bamboo nodded and said, "By the way, he asked me to tell you that the clothes you wore will be returned to him in the future." ”

What he knows is the blue robe on Li Shuishan's body, although it is a little shabby, it is still important to be able to wear it, but it is inevitable that he will look a little picky, but in this mountain and sea, he is alone in the distant mountains, and no one makes clothes for you, but Zangyun looks like a lady, it is also possible.

It's like he asked her to boil porridge, and she has been tortured like this for so many years, and now that he has passed by, he must not dare to.

As for her safety, Shan Quan Ancestor was not sure that he would not leave her behind, and Li Shuishan also passed the breath to the old madman through the blue robe, if she was really a disciple of the old madman and sensed her breath, she would rush over no matter what.

But he still didn't understand why the old madman wanted to lie to him, he didn't say that he had accepted a female disciple, and he got the Tao from her mouth, and he was the first to receive it.

One of them must be false.

The dry cicada Taoist made a vicissitudes of life and said, "You can't bear it, if this is the case, it won't lead to a few other ghost saint bodies." ”

Li Shuishan naturally knew that this was said to him, he had already given a lot of time to the Dry Cicada Daoist, and he had also learned a lot from observation.

First of all, about the mantra technique, the dry cicada Taoist often muttered words, and he was silent, and this lasted for nearly a month.

He also saw a lot of amazing things, the most precious thing is the realm of experience, from the realm of condensation suddenly crossed over to the state of mind, there is a feeling that there is heaven outside the sky, whether it is the expansion of the six cultivation senses, from the original few meters to tens of meters, or even to a hundred meters.

The expansion of the dantian can accommodate more spiritual energy, and the scope of things observed is larger.

He was very pleased that this experience had helped him successfully step into the state of mind, so when he was in Hangu Mountain, it was easy to break through the realm.

It's really weird to look at yourself from the perspective of a third person, but after a long time, I feel like I'm soaring outside, and I only lack the strength to control.

"There is a restless force in my soul, coupled with the purple poison in my body, that is inducing me. ”

"I'm more curious about the power in your body, I guess it's from the three swords behind you, it's the providence of heaven, the peach wood sword helped you kill the purple that emanates from your heart, but it's still hard for you to control it. ”

"Indeed, but I am not afraid. Li Shuishan said softly.

"What you think is not afraid, in fact, is just a kind of self-comfort, your peachwood sword is broken, how can it be okay?"

"Is it broken?" he questioned for a while, summoned the wooden sword, looked at it a few times, and there was no change in the slightest, which also made the Dry Cicada Daoist very headache, he felt that the person of destiny was really difficult to give birth, if it wasn't for the impulse at that time, in order to get out of the blood cloud, he would not have made up his mind to occupy his body.

This cause and effect will surely befall him in the near future, and the result of the ashes will be certain.

So he thought for a moment and said, "Bystander fan." ”

This road is not very fast, according to the route told to the two of them by the ancestor of Shanquan, they only need to run to the east, where they are infinitely close to the phantasmal sun, and it is best to catch up when the sun sets, otherwise they will lose their route under the interference of the waning moon.

This road to the eighth layer is indeed difficult to find, if there is a guide, it can also run rampant in the dark night, but the strength is also just needed, and then, several of them are faster, catching up with a pair of chariots and horses in front before the halo falls.

The woman looked back, and in amazement, she raised her hand and dragged the black-bearded old man next to her, but he nodded, as if he had already noticed that in the car, the man with thin eyebrows and round face opened his eyes, obviously feeling a strange aura around him.

"What a coincidence, I don't know what sect you belong to?" He pulled the window with one hand and spoke, this sentence rolled into the wind and floated into Li Shuishan's ears, the rotten bamboo looked serious, and the dry cicada Taoist did not care, he did not notice any hostility in the wind.

"Loose practice. Feng Wan turned back and took away this sentence, the man with thin eyebrows and round face in the car smiled contemptuously, who still believes such nonsense, he has just seen through the window that the Taoist robe worn by the rotten bamboo is the exclusive clothing of the inner door of the Sect of Cultivation, if it is false, it is really false, it is true, he may be talking about himself.

"What about the rest of the people, are they all loose cultivators?" his words were slightly gloomy, causing the dry cicada Taoist to snort, obviously unhappy: "They are all passers-by, do you want to make a will for yourself so clearly?"

"Let's go. The three of them flew over their heads, and the thin-eyed and round-faced man snorted, and jumped out of the carriage, one foot lifted and crossed, and the other foot touched the ground, watching the three figures above them go away.

"Him

We probably also discovered this road and caught up with them, otherwise as soon as they walked, we would have no choice, and the road behind us would be even more difficult to walk. ”

"Yes. The man with thin eyebrows and a round face jumped out of the carriage, raised his finger to the body, and the carriage and the sturdy horse turned into a paper cut of the carriage and the horse, which he put into his sleeve, and the front and back of this paper cut were painted vividly, as if there was a paper-thin horse and carriage.

When Li Shuishan and the three of them arrived at an ancient tree, there was a corpse sitting on a stone chair, which seemed to have been dead for hundreds of years, and the cobwebs on the robe were full of crawls.

"The memory of the corpse is not empty, and the thought is eternal. ”

"Wait for three hundred years, from black hair to white hair, the wind and clouds in front of me have retreated, and the wind and dust have been renewed, but for a hundred years, the old decay can still wait, even if the bones become dust, the will to follow will still not be broken, there is wind in the mountains and seas, just as I have a remembrance in my heart - to commemorate the opening of the mountains and seas. ”

After reading the pen on the stone platform in front of Chen's corpse, Li Shuishan turned to look at the back, the eight people approached in a hurry, and the dry cicada Taoist raised his hand to wave the words on the stone platform, but was rolled up by a gust of wind, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, we are all here for the first time, you might as well let us take a look." ”

He walked to him, and the seven people behind him also rushed up, and after reading it, he sighed, "Since ancient times, no one has died, and obsession has become empty." ”

"Such a persistent monk is the Taoist friend we worship, let us bow down. ”

After speaking, he clasped his hands into fists, and the seven people behind him bent down to bow down like him, which was very false in Li Shuishan's opinion, and the dry cicada Taoist was too lazy to talk to him, crossed over the ancient corpse, and said: "If you admire, bury him with your hands!"

The man with thin eyebrows and round face sighed, hurriedly followed them, and said: "This kind of beautiful thing is still left to Daoyou, and there are friends of Daoyou to do, even if we don't do it, those who are destined for him in future generations will naturally do it, you say I'm right?"

The dry cicada Taoist went straight to the ancient tree, observed under the tree for a long time, and didn't see anything, Li Shuishan walked into the tree, and there was a little chill in his heart, as if he remembered something, but he hurriedly diverted his attention, he gently touched the bark and was pushed back.

"The same force. After listening to Li Shuishan's words, the Gancia Taoist chose to sit down cross-legged, not knowing what the ancestor of Shanquan said about this tree, but there was this annoying man around, and he couldn't ask, the technique of transmitting sound with his heart, he thought about it, and he couldn't figure out anything.

But at this time, the first words came out from the dry cicada Taoist, "Sit down." ”

Li Shuishan's eyes widened, and he sat down cross-legged, and the rotten bamboo also sat down.

The seven people looked at each other in pairs, and the remaining man with thin eyebrows and round faces also sat down thoughtfully, looking at the blush in the distance, and there was still a little time, he wanted to know what the three people in front of him wanted to sell.

"Wait for the next also. ”

The eight of them sat on the ground at the same time, looking at the ancient tree, there was no wind here, it was a little hot, and there was not a single leaf on the branches, which was very boring.

The flush dissipated nine-tenths, and the man with thin eyebrows and round face couldn't wait, got up and said with a smile: "Dao Youyou Yaxing, we still have important matters, so we won't wait." You guys do it for yourselves. ”

He stepped out, hit the ancient tree, and disappeared with a bang, the same is true of the remaining seven people, and there are only three people left next to the tree, at this time, the dry cicada Taoist opened his eyes, smiled, and said: Fooled!"